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Round 35, Week 5

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
I’d like to share a story A tale of joy and glee About a lovely sweater that once belonged to me I found it at the thrift store At Eddie’s guns and pawn And when I first laid eyes on it It said, "Please put me on" And from that very moment it was clear to see This sweater would forever always be with me I paid a whole five bucks for it And wore it out the door And people looked at me like they never had before "Who is this handsome man??" "He must be pretty famous!" (I didn’t really hear that I'm just making a good guess) This sweater made this man more astute, refined And then I knew my life had changed For all of time I wore it in the winter In January's chill I wore it in the springtime, it created such goodwill I wore it when the oak leaves descended during fall I even wore it in July and sweated down the hall In short I wore it everyday And as you now can see That sweater has become my main accessory And then I had a revelation on November 12th Why should I hoard this sweater and wear it all myself? Cause if it's brought me this much joy and happiness inside Then it could do the same for others far and wide So I decided then and there to spread the love around And by that I mean letting others wear this sweater proud I put it on my big dog I put it on my cat I put it on my pet iguana - it made him look fat I shared it with my grandma I lent it to my niece I even let me old girlfriend try it on in peace I saw my favorite band it concert, threw it on the stage He put it on, screamed “Killer, dude!” Such joy my sweater made And then one day it happened The day I knew would come A simple piece of fabric tore off and came undone And though I tried to stop it with duct tape and some glue My sweater it unraveled like a strand of yarn askew And in the end all I had were memories inside Because my lovely sweater finally up and died The moral of this story as you can plainly see Is to not get too attached to a sweater that’s near free Cherish all the memories Hold on to good times You never know how long you have till sweaters finally die And now I must be going The thrift store’s calling me It’s time to get the next one for A sweater family tree
2.
God Bless my son He won’t last long in this world The awkward one I’d be surprised if he lasts the year over The weakest link My wife should have left him alone She licks his wounds While none of the family seems to accept him Always alone He seems afraid of himself Won’t take the bone There’s nothing special in him I curse his name I should have killed him off No son of mine Should ever act this way I am ashamed To claim him as my own blood No dog left behind
3.
Tendrils on the vine hornets in the wine The bookmark on the vanity The whispers in the pine You can’t make me sleep Those dreams, they come so cheap Question your humanity Divers in the deep I got a feeling but the feeling’s slipping fast I had a moment but the moment she passed it’s not the sundown or the fading of the rose it’s the fear that I’ve forgotten how the melody goes prayers you’ll never prove The needle skips the groove Used to be so breakable Now we can’t be moved Horseshoes in the dirt The pain that never hurt good fortune lies dependable The tease too tired to flirt I got a feeling but the feeling’s slipping fast I had a moment but the moment she passed it’s not the sundown or the fading of the rose it’s the fear that I’ve forgotten how the melody goes
4.
You send me on my way Bird over the mountain, fly You say there’s nothing left to say And see you in the by and by By my lights The fire was burnin slow and warm But it’s your right To leave the shelter for the storm I can’t judge you Given how we made our start So here I am Packing up my broken heart You send me on my way Bird over the mountain, fly You say there’s nothing left to say And see you in the by and by I feel alright I’m stirring up the itch and drive My appetite Whetted by my wounded pride I still love you Even if we lost that spark But here I am Back out in the cold and dark Solo You send me on my way Bird over the mountain, fly You say there’s nothing left to say And see you in the by and by
5.
I wasn’t looking for love I wasn’t looking for danger (uh, huh. alright) But now I’m looking at you What a beautiful stranger (uh, huh. alright) The way you’re saying my name Movin’ like a hurricane And then you’re flashing those big brown eyes And in the front of my mind I’ve got a feeling inside That I’m in for a wild, wild ride I knew that you Were a mistake that I had to make I knew that you Were a mistake that I had to make I’m calling out every day I’m probably gonna get fired Can’t get enough of your drug Baby you’re my supplier When you’re screaming my name Loving me out of my brain Making me lose all my self-control But I can’t even complain Just keep on doing your thing ‘Cause I don’t wanna let you go I was aware. I didn’t care I couldn’t bear another night on my own I was aware. I didn’t care I couldn’t bear another night all alone
6.
v1: We're entirely different people I'm not sure where you stand But I know if you're in trouble I'm supposed to lend a hand ----- Is it wrong to change your mind? Try to strip you of command? My heart is just as hard as yours So I'll offer what I can ch: I'm wishing you sweet dreams Whatever that may mean We all go to bed so dirty but we hope to come out clean ----- Just strugglin' to get it right It'll probably take more than one night That doesn't mean we shouldn't try v2: You're lookin' for a smile from me But you'll have to wait Can't forget the things you did The dirty cards you played ----- But what about all I said When the hour was getting late Forgiveness would be easier with an expiration date ch: I'm wishing you sweet dreams Whatever that may mean We all go to bed so dirty but we hope to come out clean ----- Just strugglin' to get it right It'll probably take more than one night That doesn't mean we shouldn't br: Try try try to let our pride die Try try try, put our anger aside v1.5: We're entirely different people and you know that's just as well 'Cause love isn't packaged for individual sale ch: I'm wishing you sweet dreams Whatever that may mean We all go to bed so dirty but we hope to come out clean ----- Just strugglin' to get it right It'll probably take more than one night That doesn't mean we shouldn't That doesn't mean we couldn't try
7.
You see yesterday, I had some bad gyoza. It didn’t treat me right. It set my insides a’boil. I was on the toilet all night. Through THE GATES OF DELIRIUM, those wretched shits from Hell, I had an epiphany, that I’m lucky now to tell. You see in Japan the date of expiration isn’t written like the West do, they transpose the month and day, sometime the year too. It seems my January was December, rather than 2022, those fuckers expired last year, and I’m in a world of poo. Oh no, Dale seems you’re in a world of shit Fucking should know better, now it’s on the can you sit Oh good Lord, it’s a RING OF FIRE too Least with a bidet you are not totally screwed I had written something else, and it was brilliant, it is true - based on something historical, you know how I like to do. But now we’re left with this, a soliloquy of shoo. Now please take heed this warning, please learn from my mistake, by all means enjoy your gyoza, but check the expiration date.
8.
THE END OF THE WORLD There I was stumbling down a narrow street Cobblestones underneath my my toes what can i say You did me in now i’m sitting here with a bottle of gin all day I feel like i’m standing at the end of the world Here I am Hey I’m aging gracefully Feeling Like a refugee in war torn part of town was Where could I go Somewhere in a peaceful land someplace that i could understand with people that I could get along I feel like i’m standing at the end of the world
9.
Black Dog The good word's a heads-up He said, "My dog is chill- my wife's: not so much" Cool, cool people with a mean-assed dog Black Dog not the brindle one Black Dog that pup is sweet and fun Black Dog nah, this will dog eat your ass Black Dog you best call before you come Black Dog we'll make sure he's on his run Black Dog this dog don't much play around "We've always treated and fed him well, you just never can tell- they've a K-9 mind of their own" Cool, cool people with a mean-assed dog Black Dog not the brindle one Black Dog that pup is sweet and fun Black Dog watch out this dog is fast Black Dog you best call before you come Black Dog we'll make sure he's on his run Black Dog this dog don't mess around... It's his pleasure! He'll eat yo' ass: he'll chew you up
10.
I was a drug dog in Virginia Thought I was set for life Believed I could afford some kids And possibly a wife Then one somber July day, The government decreed Pack your things, be on your way We're legalizin' weed Oh I begged and I pleaded Years of service weren't enough In case you didn't know The canine job market is rough The captain named me Duke After his favorite mayonnaise brand But when they dropped the axe, That coward didn't take a stand I was a drug dog in Virginia Did everything they said Followed my flea treatment plan And ratted on Dead heads I hope those thankless traitors (Who by the way can't smell) Miss smokin all them pungent nugs I sniffed out at hotels Oh I begged and I pleaded Years of service weren't enough In case you didn't know The canine job market is rough They said I was a good boy And they wished that I could stay But grandiose goodbyes are cheap Without no severance pay I was a drug dog in Virginia Did everything they said Aided mass incarceration Filled up private prison beds The more I think about that job The more I'm glad it's gone I'd rather fetch my ball And leave well-meanin’ folks alone I was a drug dog in Virginia 'Til my tenure got cut short They said my acquisitions Wouldn't hold up in the court I'm working through my grief I feel less bitter every day i'm smoking Northern Lights To keep anxiety at bay

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This week's assignment comes from Shane:

“Take the title of any existing, popular, song and make it the basis for one of your (distinct, unrelated) own. Your 'Safety Dance' may be about a former boss skirting OSHA regulations. Your 'A,B,C' may harken to Alamance Baptist Church. Your 'Fade To Black' may chronical that internet-famous woman's incineration of a Marie Callender pie.”

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released January 10, 2022

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